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The Lizardkin's Thrall

By: Ramshackled

Throughout the Fetterlands there are many stories told about the proud lizardkin and their arid desert city of Krodon. Many are tales of rich culture, advances in medicine, and of the martial prowess of their armies. The truest stories however are much darker. They tell of slavery, bondage, and the ritualistic domination between a lizardkin and their submissive mate known as thralldom.

At the edge of Krodon, there is an infamous prison of thick brown stone built into a cliff face that shades the city. It has no name but is well known to the city's lowborn, its slaves, and its thralls. The Krodonian Monarchy would say that this complex merely returns obedience to wayward slaves who question the lizardkin traditions. However, one needs only to follow the screams emanating from within to find that this is not the case.

Along with the cold stone floor against his bare foot claws, these screams were all the bound and blindfolded Josk had come to know as he was led towards his cell.

"Move, thief!" The red-scaled Overseer that was charged with meting out Josk's punishment pulled harshly on the rope attached to the prisoner's collar.

The bound lizardkin spat at his captor, "I am no thief you dog!"

The Overseer swung around grabbing Josk harshly by the muzzle. Unhinging the prisoner's jaw with one great clawed hand, a ball gag was inserted with the other.

"I will allow you to speak when you are ready to give me what I want," the Overseer said as he resumed pulling the prisoner along.

The slightly smaller Josk was forced to comply. He changed his pace, leaning his large, green-scaled pecs forwards as his round belly and ample ass followed close behind. He moved with dexterity despite being locked in a metal body cage that forced his entire upper torso straight with his arms pinned to his sides.

Oddly enough, amongst the cacophony of screams and the smells of piss and sweat that permeated the prison walls, it was the bindings, the ballgag, and the metal surrounding him that Josk found comfortingly familiar- all were favorites of his former master.

A part of the submissive slave still missed his master, a dominating lizardkin that the lowborn had admired since childhood. Many years prior, Josk would go to see him debate in the market square. The young man became so enamored with the academic's quick wit and deep, commanding voice that he would visit daily just to watch him speak. But his future was limited due to his low birth. Therefore, the day Josk came of age he immediately purchased an iron slave collar and, in the tradition of his people, knelt before the lizardkin whom he so admired and pledged his life as his slave-thrall.

The tiniest smile crept over Josk's maw. The day he became his master's pet was the happiest day of his life.

The thought was interrupted by the sound of a cell door slamming open. The Overseer grabbed the scruff of Josk's neck in his rough-scaled hand and shoved him forward. The lizardkin stumbled forward, staggering over a waist-high table nailed to the floor.

"Kneel and face me sslave," the Overseer said coldly.

Josk complied grimly, turning to face his captor's voice while awkwardly moving down to his knees. The bound lizardkin heard the jingle of keys as the Overseer moved about the prisoners naked body unlocking latches and undoing clasps. While opening the final latch around Josk's clavicle, the Overseer's soft cock peaked past his leather kilt, brushing against the prisoner's muzzle as he worked. Even in his state of fear, the smell of sweat and unwashed musk made Josk's red dick protrude from its slit.

The Overseer saw Josk's arousal and chuckled mockingly, placing a clawed foot down on green lizardkin's hardening cock. "Another useless slave dick getting hard in the presence of a real lizard. Your master did not train you properly."

Josk grumbled at this, and despite the gag, bared his teeth at his captor.

He yelped as the foot was removed suddenly. The Overseer's laughed, reached two hefty arms down to grab him up, and hoisted him onto a cold leather table. Part of him was frightened, but he also knew there was no escape and no hope that he would overpower the larger, stronger Overseer. He felt about with his hands and placed his arms in the table's restraints willingly, where they were locked in place by his captor. The imposing red lizardkin then moved down the table to Josk's legs, which were spread eagle and locked by the ankles, which were kept slightly elevated above his body. Finally, he moved towards the head of the table, locking a final leather strap in place around the prisoner's neck.

The Overseer leaned forward, nearly meeting Josk's muzzle with his own.

"You sstole from your own master, from High Chancellor Youmza!" the Overseer spoke in a deep, raspy voice. "Your place in the world is forfeit, but if you admit you are a thief, if you admit your error, perhaps I will break you for the breeding dens more quickly."

A red claw reached down and probed Josk's maw, pulling the slick, wet ball gag free from his muzzle. The Overseer waited quietly for a moment and looked on, but the slave did not speak a word.

The Overseer snickered at the slave's resistance. "Fine, Youmza told me himself that I should enjoy our time together."

From beneath his blindfold, Josk tasted the metal of a ring gag being forced into his mouth and strapped behind his head. He could hear the squelching of rubber slowly lowering towards him, greeting his tongue with a sterile taste. He felt around at the curious taste to discover a tubular shape entering his mouth. Josk began to struggle against his restraints as the tube was lowered, and he began to feel the entirety of a funnel being forced into his maw.

The bound slave shivered when he heard the Overseer begin to pour something into the funnel's mouth. Josk pulled against his restraints. His eyes grew wide behind the blindfold as a warm gel snaked its way through the funnel and down the back of his throat. Gulp after gulp he forced down the thick stickiness into his already bloated stomach, which began to expand and gurgle at the invasion of the unknown substance.

Josk could tell by taste, the liquid was, in large part, potent lizardkin semen. To other races, lizardkin cum functioned as a powerful aphrodisiac. To Josk's kind however, it was a heady blend of hormones that sent the body into sexual overdrive.

He remembered the taste fondly. For a time, Josk was a good slave and would serve his master often, rarely even needing to be asked. The lizardkin remembered the feeling of the chancellor gripping his collar, cutting off the slave's air while he pumped copious amounts of his dominating seed into his thrall's welcoming throat. Sometimes, it would be within the confines of his master's chambers. Other times, the chancellor would command Josk to get down on all fours in the middle of the street. The slave always complied eagerly, placing his face into the dirt and pushing his naked ass into the air to receive his master's gift.

It was everything Josk had ever wished for, and he performed his duties with honor and dignity. He would labor for his master, he would service cock, and he would revel in being a receptacle for his master's sperm.

With each breeding, Josk's body changed, and with the changes he found himself assailed by a new feeling: a protective instinct that is unusual in male lizardkin. It began as anxiety and then became fear. A fear which grew and quickly overtook his infatuation for his slave duties. Finally, one night a thought settled in his mind like a stone. Determination in his heart, he set out alone into the dark streets of Krodon, something very dear to his master- something forbidden to him by the laws of his people.

The bound slave moaned as the tube was pulled from his throat and the gag removed. Whatever else he was force-fed in that torturous slurry began to make him cramp. He could feel his stomach harden, and pressure began to build that radiated throughout his entire body.

The Overseers' voice came as a smug whisper, "are you ready to confess, thief?"

"T-to hell with you." He replied.

Josk began to feel strands of fire emanate from his distended midsection that twisted and writhed from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Although he badly wanted to scream, he did not want to give the Overseer the satisfaction of hearing his cries.

"Very well," his captor seemed uninterested in the display of stoicism. Yet, instead of throttling the prisoner, the Overseer calmly grabbed a box of tools from a nearby stool and walked towards the end of the table, crouching down between Josk's legs.

Another wave of pain washed over the bound slave, starting first in his stomach, and then needling through his bowels before lancing towards his anus. The pain was growing but abated long enough for Josk to feel the Overseer pressing a cold metal wand against his anal ring. The slave was no stranger to being used at either end, but the feeling of the cold metal spreading his anus forced a loud groan from the previously unemotional prisoner. Josk found himself surprised at how far the Overseer was able to spread his asshole and began to worry if the mixture he was fed would affect him permanently.

"P-please, stop this..." Josk asked weakly.

The Overseer did not look up, quietly binding Josks balls to keep them out of the way as he spread the lubricant around the prisoner's stretched ring.

"Confess and the pain will ease."

Josk let his head fall backward. He was in trouble now, but an admission of guilt truly would seal his fate in the eyes of Krodonian law.

"Then it looks like we're about to begin," the Overseer said flatly.

As soon as the final syllable was uttered, Josk felt an intense wave of terrible pain explode through him. It was as if all of his organs below his stomach were attempting to escape out of his body. The young man was assaulted endlessly by waves of heat, incredible pressure, and stabbing pain that felt as if he were being split into pieces. The waves would relent for just a moment, and then suddenly return rhythmic and brutal.

Josk began to lose himself to exhaustion. The Overseer's torture went on for four hours with no sign of stopping. Josk screams of agony started to intermingle with pleads to relent. Finally, in the fifth hour, the lizardkin slave was broken.

"Why are you doing this!? Please I beg you, mercy!" Josk yelled, rigid from head to foot.

The Overseer was tired, but his tone and demeanor did not change. "Then admit the truth! Let the Divine hear your confession, slave!"

Josk's head fell back, he screamed as another wave of pain shot through him again.

"Tell me what you are!"

Josk's eyes grew wide in agony, "I am a slave! I am a thief!"

"What did you take? What do you believe wrongfully to be yours?!"

The pain within Josk grew to a deafening roar. He could feel his anus dilate to lengths he could not previously have imagined as something began to push its way out of him.

"Please!!" Josk screamed.

For the first time, the Overseer's voice came as a bellow that echoed off the walls of the prison, "by the Divine confess to what you stole, slave!"

The pain from his groin reached its apex, and the truth of his predicament crystallized in Josk's mind.

In that moment Josk realized it was not the Overseer that was causing him such pain.

He was in labor.

Josk let out another guttural scream, "My Master's seed! I stole my master's brood!"

He felt something large and oblong fall out of him, taking with it the horrendous pressure that pained his abdomen. A wave of relief washed over the prisoner, who was beyond exhaustion and nearly mad with agony.

Loosened by his tearing and thrashing, Josk's blindfold fell away. At the end of the table, he saw the Overseer, clad in rough leathers, cradling a large egg in his substantial arms.

The Overseer's serpentine eyes looked at Josk with an air of stern calmness. "Who do you belong to, slave?"

Josk was beaten, "I...I am the property of High Chancellor Youmza."

"And the fruit of your master's seed, to whom does this brood belong?"

"My master," Josk replied. "It belongs to my master..."